☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
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Driti:
I dialed Ishaan bhai's number, feeling that familiar surge of sarcasm bubbling up. As soon as he picked up, I didn't even give him a chance to speak.
"Hello, Mr. Charming Prince. I've been married for two days now, and you still haven't checked in on your best friend. Wow, just wow." I let the words drip with my usual sarcastic edge, waiting to see how he'd defend himself.
Hearing his voice on the other end, I was immediately curious.
"Hello, my little angel, please come out to your home entrance," he said, and I could practically hear the grin in his voice.
What on earth was he up to now?
As I made my way towards the entrance, I noticed Zora standing nearby, watching me with a curious expression.
"Where are you going?" she asked, clearly wondering what had me moving so quickly.
As we reached the entrance, both Zora and I were taken aback. There stood Ishaan bhai, grinning from ear to ear, his expression one of pure mischief. We exchanged a look of shock, trying to process what the hell he was up to.
Piled up in front of him were several boxes, and I had no idea what on earth he had brought. My curiosity piqued as I wondered what surprise-or trouble-he had in store for us this time.
I couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. The sight of Ishaan bhai with that grin and the boxes was just too much. It was classic Ishaan bhai, and I knew whatever was inside those boxes, it was going to be memorable.
"Are you seriously here for real, or is this some kind of joke?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The whole scene was so typical of him, and I couldn't help but tease him about it.
"Of course I'm real, Palette," he replied, his grin widening.
I scoffed at the nickname. I hated it when he called me that. Sure, I was an artist, but the name "Palette" stuck because of something I did once upon a time. It was one of those quirks that drove me nuts, but I couldn't deny it.
"What the hell are you doing here, Joker face?" Zora demanded, her usual cold expression in place. She wasn't one to mince words, especially with someone who had a knack for showing up unannounced.
"Cool down, will you? Queen Victoria!" Ishaan bhai retorted, scoffing at her cold demeanor. His playful tone was a stark contrast to her icy one, and it was clear he was enjoying the banter.
"What are those, bhai?" I asked, pointing at the boxes. Even though he was my aunt's son, I still called him "bhai" despite him being the same age as Vyaan. His presence always brought a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Guess, cupcake," he said with that familiar grin.
I knew what this meant. Whenever he called me "cupcake," it usually signaled a surprise. I had a feeling whatever was in those boxes was something he had specifically brought for me. Without a second thought, I rushed towards the boxes, eager to see what Ishaan bhai had brought.
